after the last phone call
after the final goodbye
after the sad songs are over
and after the nights of nothing but a silent cry
we're left to fix the pieces as if it never happened
listen to new songs
about how we'll never grow up
and see things in a new perspective
wear our hearts on our sleeves
and pretend everything is okay
talk to new people
make the same mistakes from before
but at the end of the day,
after the songs are over
and after the day in the sun ends,
we're back to before.
back to that last phone call
and that final goodbye
drowning away to who we once were when we crashed
like never before
if we gave in to what broke us before
we'd be more damaged than before
but who's to say we won't ever love again?
because without the night, where is the day
without the wind, where is the life
without the heartache, where is the joy in falling in love?
i guess that's us.
